A Mattress Maker's Daughter richly illuminates the narrative of two people whose mutual affection shaped their own lives and in some ways their times. According to the Renaissance legend told and retold across the centuries, a woman of questionable reputation bamboozles a middle-aged warrior-prince into marrying her, and the family takes revenge. He is Don Giovanni de' Medici, son of the Florentine grand duke; she is Livia Vernazza, daughter of a Genoese artisan. They live in luxury for a while, far from Florence, and have a child. Then, Giovanni dies, the family pounces upon the inheritance, and Livia is forced to return from riches to rags. Documents, including long-lost love letters, reveal another story behind the legend, suppressed by the family and forgotten. Brendan Dooley investigates this largely untold story among the various settings where episodes occurred, including Florence, Genoa, and Venice. In the course of explaining their improbable liaison and its consequences, A Mattress Maker's Daughter explores early modern emotions, material culture, heredity, absolutism, and religious tensions at the crux of one of the great transformations in European culture, society, and statecraft. Giovanni and Livia exemplify changing concepts of love and romance, new standards of public and private conduct, and emerging attitudes toward property and legitimacy just as the age of Renaissance humanism gave way to the culture of Counter-Reformation and early modern Europe.
NEW RELEASE! "Harrowing and heartbreaking, but the triumph is overwhelming." -Jane P., review"If this man was capable of abducting 132 children that police were aware of, imagine all the ones they didn't know about." -Derrick R., reviewAt times I can still recall the comfort of the crinkled leather seats, worn from years of hauling over 132 children, mostly boys under the age of 8, from their families. From the pickup truck into the basement of a farmhouse 60 miles from the main road, the largest child porn ring in Pennsylvania was brought to life with a seemingly never-ending supply of “actors and actresses”.
At least that’s what we were called. Actors and actresses.
It was what Larry taught me to say through the passenger side window when we pulled up alongside our next catch. I held an outstretched hand of bubble gum towards the next victim, promising a ride through town and a chance to be a real-life movie star.And I was only eight years old. This is my story.